by MM
Back in the long hot summer of 1982, I met a guy through an ad in the newspaper. I was looking to buy a bicycle with the money I had gotten for my birthday. I didn't have enough to afford the bike I really wanted, so my mom suggested that I look in the classifieds for a deal on a good second-hand bike. My mom was always a wheeler and dealer, she never liked to pay full price for anything. We weren't exactly rich, but we weren't poor either. My parents were divorced and my sister and I lived with our mother in a rather newish condo-style townhouse.
I was sitting on the living room floor, looking through the classified ads in the weekend edition of the newspaper. I had never really looked through them before, like I knew what they were, but I hadn't actually read them. Well, needless to say, being a typical fifteen year old boy with raging hormones and a curious nature, I soon found the personal ads. There were two whole columns of them. I had an erection before I had even read half of them. One of the very last caught my attention,
Young Hot Looking Guy 19yrs, has own place, seeks
other young guys (18+) for fun & adventure.
Inexperienced or 1st time OK. Call XXX-XXXX
It was very exciting. I had never imagined that anything like that existed. But there it was. I copied down the number and hid it in my pocket. Concentrating on the "Items for Sale" columns afterwards was enormously difficult.
I carried the number around with me for two days. Every time I put my hand into my pocket, I could feel it. I got an erection while standing on the bus coming home from school. There I was, thinking about nothing, and just touching that piece of paper with my fingertips made me hard. It was very embarrassing. I had to kneel down to pretend that I had to tie my shoe and to re-adjust my boner so it wouldn't be as noticeable. All I could think of all the way home was the fact that my mother was going out that evening and I was going to phone the number.
My mom fixed us an early dinner and then left for some appointment. My nineteen year old sister cut out with her boyfriend soon after like I knew they would. Once I was alone, I got up my courage and dialed the number. It was busy. I kept dialing until I got through, all the while practicing what I was going to say.
When I finally got through, I felt my heart jump at the first ring. When a guy answered "hello", I could feel butterflies in my stomach and I hesitated. He said "hello" again, and I finally got up the nerve to respond. I said I was calling about an ad in the newspaper. He answered in a rather friendly way, said his name was Mark and asked my name. I immediately began to like his voice. We talked for a while, mostly him asking me questions. I lied about my age, and got an erection when he asked me what I wanted to do with another guy. I didn't really know what to say, but I agreed to several of his suggestions!
I arranged to meet him the following Saturday afternoon at a shopping mall. There was a fountain in the middle, he would be wearing black jeans and a red T-shirt. I hung up the phone and immediately went into my room and jacked off.
The rest of the week went by very slowly, all the more so because I promised myself that I was going to save my sperm for the weekend. I had lately gotten into a habit of jerking off every morning, in addition to my usual nightly sessions. Friday night was pure torture. I laid in bed with a boner for hours without falling asleep.
When the appointed hour finally arrived, I found myself standing on the upper level, overlooking the fountain. I saw him walk towards the fountain. He stopped, looked around, and then at his watch. He wasn't quite as hot and sexy as I had imagined, but he was rather tall and good looking.
He spotted me coming down the escalator. He walked up to me, asked my name. I acknowledged that I was me. We immediately started to walk along. Mark didn't say where we were going, and I didn't ask. I was excited and was trying to look at him without him noticing that was what I was trying to do. He had dark brown shoulder length hair, sort of feathered back at the sides, dark brown eyes and sharp features. He was tall and well built, but then again, I was only fifteen, so most older guys looked tall and well built.
We went out into the parking lot and I followed him to his car. It was a Trans Am with a good stereo. He offered me a cigarette and I felt very cool and grown-up sitting in his car blowing smoke out the window. He drove very fast. He eventually pulled into an underground parking lot under his building and we went up to his apartment.
Inside was very bright as it was the middle of the afternoon and the hot summer sun was blazing in through sliding glass doors. It was definitely hot inside, but his bedroom had the A/C going full blast. He offered me a beer, which I took, and we went and sat in the bedroom to cool off.
We chatted for a while, I do not remember what about. I do remember that there was a very large Rolling Stones poster on the wall. It did not take him long to make the first move. He offered to give me a massage. I readily agreed and he made me take my T-shirt off and lie face down on the bed. The feel of his strong hot hands on my back was wonderful. I was very nervous and the slow steady massage gradually made me relax.
He told me that for him to give me a thorough body-massage, I had to take my pants off. I bashfully agreed and rolled over to undo my jeans. He was kneeling above me, shirtless and patient. I struggled out of my jeans and felt very self-conscious about my obvious erection. A rolled back over onto my stomach to hide it.
The feel of his hands on my legs was very strange and exciting. He moved up and down massaging my legs, each time working closer and closer to my bum. When his fingers brushed across the inside of my thigh near my balls I felt an involuntary shiver go through my body. Then he started to massage the cheeks of my ass.
I didn't protest when he pealed back my underwear. I even lifted my hips a little to make it easier for him. It felt very exciting to be lying there naked. He massaged my back some more before getting down to my bum again. When he reached down between my legs to tickle my balls, I lost it. I squirmed over onto my back. He was straddling my hips and looking down at me smiling. I wanted very badly for him to massage my boner.
Instead, he leaned over and kissed me. It surprised me at first. I had never kissed a guy before. But once he had his tongue in my mouth it turned me on. When he pulled back, he gave me a very sexy smile. I smiled back and just laid there waiting for his next move.
He got up off of the bed to remove his jeans. I watched intently as his blue jockey shorts were revealed. Once out of his jeans he slipped off his jockeys quickly and tossed them aside. He stood there for a moment, naked, with his erection pointing straight at me. It looked very dark, thick and menacing, standing out from a bush of jet black pubes.
He laid back down on top of me and the feel of our nakedness together was wonderful. We kissed and rolled around on the bed. I reached down to grab his cock. It was hard and thick. It wasn't as long as mine, but definitely thicker. I began to stroke it. Mark grabbed my own and did the same. It surprised me how fast I came. It usually takes me a couple of minutes, but that time it was about fifteen seconds!
I was very embarrassed about it, but Mark just laughed and laid back for me to work on his dick. I used one hand at first, then two. I rubbed it hard and fast. Then Mark put his hand behind my head and directed my face down closer and closer. I stuck out my tongue and Mark let out a moan of pleasure. That turned me on. I began to suck on the knob of his cock. He definitely liked that. I really didn't know what I was doing, but it was strange and exciting. I choked on it when Mark pushed my head down on it. I couldn't fit more than about two or three inches of it in my mouth, and even then my jaw was stretched.
Mark eventually lifted me up from his cock to tell me that it would be easier and more fun if I turned around. I didn't know what he meant for me to do, so I said so and let him arrange me. I ended up kneeling over him in a 69. It was easier to suck on his cock with it pointing directly at my face.
I got progressively more difficult however when Mark began to lick my balls. Originally he had me so that he could suck on my dick. But he had pressed me forward, down on his dick so that now my balls were literally hanging in his face. It was the most incredible sensation. I could barely concentrate on sucking his cock and keep my position on all fours.
I lost it completely when he grabbed my butt firmly and forced me down further on his cock. I gagged and pulled back. Mark said it was okay and asked me to lick his balls instead. I wanted to do that. I leaned down between his legs and started to lick his balls. I tried to move off of him to get a better angle on his balls but Mark wouldn't let me move. I felt silly crouched over top of him with my head between his legs and my asshole in his face.
Then I felt his tongue. I had never ever imagined that sex could be like this. It felt really really weird, and really really good. I gave up trying to do anything at all and just laid there on top of him, smelling his balls and moaning in pleasure.
Eventually Mark tired of this position and rolled me off of him. I ended up on my back with him kneeling between my legs and looking down at me. He gave me a wicked and sexy smile. He lifted my knees and began to lick my asshole again. It was even more incredible in this position. I could feel his tongue probing deeper inside my hole. I was in heaven. Then he stopped and I felt the cool air on my exposed asshole.
I laid there, waiting for it to happen, not really knowing what it was that I wanted to have happen, but waiting for it just the same. It was his cock. Probing my hole. I open my eyes and cry out to object. But Mark has me pinned down, his weight upon me. His arms have my knees locked and pressed back to my shoulders. His face is above mine and he whispers that it won't hurt, just to relax.
I take a deep breath and the pain recedes for an instant. But it is still there. He is trying to kiss me. I am praying that he does not move. Even the slightest movement sends shivers of pain through my body. His tongue is in my mouth and I want it. We kiss wildly for a while and he begins to lick my ear. It drove me crazy, and for a moment I managed to forget that there was a hard thick cock trying to push inside my bum.
I tried again to complain that it hurts, but Mark only slowed down for a moment and told me to relax. Then he started to move again. Deeper and deeper inside me. Then faster. I am practically delirious with pleasure as the pain slowly recedes. He tries to kiss again but I can only moan. It goes on longer than I can stand it. I couldn't tell if I was at my limit of pain and endurance or whether I was about to come.
After what seemed an eternity, his pounding punishing rhythm slowly dwindled. I opened my eyes and Mark was smiling at me. I felt very embarrassed. He kissed me, got up and pulled his dick out my ass with a slick wet sound. My legs dropped down to the bed and I laid there breathing very heavily and feeling very full and yet very empty. I loved it.
Mark got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned a minute or two later with a wet towel and threw it at me to wipe myself with. He started to get dressed. I followed suit. He offered me a cigarette and we sat there, half dressed, smoking.
I left soon after, finding that it was 5:30 and I was going to be late. Mark drove me home in his Trans Am that I rode in only a few hours before. It felt different this time though. I felt drained and exhilarated. My ass was hot, wet and tingling. He dropped me off around the corner from my place and I agreed to call him again. With that, I got out of his car and left.
I walked around the corner and into the entrance to our building. Standing in the elevator I felt very secret, decadent and guilty with Mark's hot wet come dripping out of my ass and down my leg. I prayed that no one would notice it. Inside, I made straight for the bathroom and then my room to get changed. It was an incredible experience sitting at the dinner table that night with that distinctive hot tingling sensation in my bum and a secret smile. My sister covered for me by trying to tease me about a new girlfriend. Little did she know!